"I'll holster my gun, an' then you can try, all three of you. Of course," Mooney smiled a pleasant Irish smile, "you get my first shot, right through the belly."
Don Pedro was no fool. It was obvious to him that even if they did kill the gringo that it would do nothing for Don Pedro, for the scion of an ancient house would be cold clay upon the Sonora desert. It was a most uncomfortable thought, for Don Pedro had a most high opinion of the necessity for Don Pedro's continued existence.
(from "Long Ride Home," by Louis L'Amour)
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